When I started taking photography seriously I spent a lot of time wandering around by myself. The act of wandering ended up being the act of finding myself. It is likely a common story. Heartbreak seems to find us all and through the muck and the mire a part of us dies so that another part of us can be reborn.

The part of me that was reborn was the part that decided to live. For me living meant exploring this beautiful wonderful world we live in, to find those spaces and places where you can feel untouched by the scars and the wounds. Places where you can just be, wholly and without attachment.

This image was created during the bomb cyclones that hit California in the winter of 2022. This weather pattern flooded northern California. Vineyards were soggy, the ground giving way beneath my feet. The coast was stormy. Violent waves hit the shore on the north beaches at Point Reyes National Park. No one was outside…..except me. Alone I wandered the National Seashore taking in the sublime quiet, but lonely I was not. Nor was I lost. I was finding myself over and over again in the peace.

The elation of standing in the magical tree tunnel by myself, a tunnel that is famous and usually overrun with tourists and photographers alike, was all mine. I could be alone with my thoughts, alone to capture the magic of the fog rolling through the trees, the soft light illuminating the tunnel and the canopy of trees overhead. I could be alone to wander, and not be lost except in the quiet of the moment and lost in my thoughts.